Page 96 of Soft Tissue Damage
Deadly.
“I’ve missed you,” I breathe, reaching up to twine my arms around his neck. I kiss the cold mask where his lips must be.
Cullan makes a deep, hungry noise, and presses his masked face into the curve of my neck. “I’ve missed you like oxygen. Every moment has been agony.” His leather gloved hands encircle my wrists. “I’m not letting you go again. You’re mine, forever.”
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Itear off my mask and claim her lips. The chase has made me hard as iron in my pants, and I reach up Elena’s dress and drag her underwear down her legs. We sink down onto the grass together, kissing each other breathlessly.
Her pussy is wet and swollen, and her head tips back with a cry as she enjoys the feel of my leather gloved fingers caressing her clit and then sinking inside her.
“I’ve missed you, I’ve missed you,” she cries, unbuttoning her dress and pulling it open so she can tug it up over her head, and in the next second, she discards her bra as well.
My woman is the most beautiful sight spread open onthe grass in the moonlight. She gets to work on my shirt and pants while I thrust my fingers into her sex. I’m craving her tight grip like oxygen. When she’s pushed my shirt from my shoulders and my pants down my thighs, she caresses my shaft. Still wearing the mask over my face, I push her flat onto her back and thrust my cock inside her, groaning at the feel of her stretching around me. There’s no time for finesse, only urgency for both of us as I fuck her hard and deep.
“You’re all I’ve thought about,” she whimpers, clutching my shoulders. “I need you so much, I need you…” She trails off with a cry, her breathing growing faster and more ragged.
I watch her through the eye holes as her slender neck arches for me, and she tightens around me with a scream. I’ve never heard a more beautiful scream. A moment later, I follow her over the edge, tumbling headlong into pleasure between her thighs.
As my head hangs low over her, I catch my breath. Elena reaches up and gently pushes the mask back and caresses my face. “My handsome killer.”
I turn my head and kiss her palm. “My beautiful murderer.”
Elena smiles up at me.
I gently ease out of her and lay beside her in the grass. She pillows her head on my bicep, and I admire her tousled hair and hot cheeks. But as her afterglow fades, her eyes are troubled.
I caress her cheek. “There’s something wrong. You lookafraid.”
“The police have you on CCTV. The press has given you a nickname. If you don’t stop killing, you’re going to be taken from me,” she whispers, fear silvering her blue eyes.
“Has this been on your mind the whole time I was gone?”
She nods. “I was so afraid you’d never come back. I felt half dead while I was waiting for you.”
“You love this black-hearted killer that much?”
She presses her hand to my chest. “Your heart isn’t black. The parts that love me are more precious than gold.”
“That’s all of my heart, darlin’.” I reach for the red mask and hold it up before my face. For years, decades, I dreamed of becoming my true self by wearing this mask, but maybe that was just another way of pretending to be happy.
With Elena, I am truly happy.
“I was so frustrated for a long time,” I murmur, gazing into the mask’s empty eye holes. “Tired of lying. Filled with dark urges that I dared not explore. Since I met you, I haven’t felt ashamed. Alone. I don’t need to hide my face. So I don’t think I need this mask anymore.”
I toss it aside and take Elena in my arms.
“Are you sure you can give up killing just like that?” she asks me.
“I can’t promise that I won’t kill again, but only for professional reasons. Sometimes violence is necessary in my line of work.”
She gives me a baffled look. “Home security?”
I stare at her in shock.
The blood turns to ice in my veins.
